[ shakes head ]. I, uh, am teaching         someone to shoot. She ain’t very good         YET. But I’ve got faith. I think shootin’ is         in the Barton blood.           

Is it a girl?

…This realm is Midgard. Earth, as you say. Then there is Asgard… Asgardia, now… Er, Vanaheim, Muspellheim, Jötunheim, Svartalfheim, Nidavellir, Niflheim… Then of course, others beyond the bonded realms such as Hala and Xander, and of course, in your mortal system, the 9 planets to surround your star…

         So, nay, not in Eastern Europe.

......Ah yes, Niflenheim. {Peggy repeats slowly, clearly lost but doing her best to feign understanding} I admit I’ve seen a great many odd things of late, but without a doubt you are the oddest. {She extends a hand boldly} Peggy Carter, at your service. 

          [ He takes a deep breath in ] Odin, Asgardia, Midgard, the other nine realms, against anyone or anything that wishes to create imbalance of the universe’s natural flow… Suppose there are others, but I do believe the sums it up, mostly.

{Peggy blinks, tilting her head slightly to the side} I-...I’m afraid I’ve never heard of any of those. Are they in Eastern Europe, perhaps? There’s a good many tiny little countries there, though I’m embarrassed to admit I thought I knew them all. 

          “’Tis not a trend nor fad, m’lady. My cape is a symbol of the warrior’s blood that runs within me…”

{She arches both brows, equal parts impressed and confused} Well, you certainly look the part, I can’t deny that. If you’re a warrior, I suppose you must fight something, so just who exactly do you fight for?

chris evans’ civil war arse-preciation

       “friends forever, we’ll be together 

                      — we’re on top ‘cause we play to win“

“He has very soft lips. And he smells really good, he’s very hygienic. We drank a lot of beer and played a lot of computer games. We have a brother/sister rivalry, really competitive. Also I’m a lot better at charades than him.” - Hayley Atwell about Chris Evans.

“Yes ma’am.” He said, knowing very well that if this was meant to be a secret mission, everyone will need to rest up as much as they can. Lingering some, Steve takes a deep breath while eyeing Peggy a moment longer, a light smile falling on his features. 

                “You too, agent. That’s an order.” Turning from her desk to leave back to his quarters, he looks back one more time, mumbling something like goodnight when he walked from her. Finding his team in their bunks, he give them a quick run down of the mission just before sleep and the sun called them in the morning.

She purses her lips together tightly to hide a smile, glancing over her shoulder and watching him leave. Peggy sighs once he’s out of sight, running a hand through her hair before making her way to her bunk. She was nervous, terribly so, but somehow she found herself growing more calm upon the reminder that Steve would be there.

She falls asleep looking over a map of the Vatican, awakened rudely by her alarm and swiftly dressing to make her way out to the plane. Huddling beneath her jacket to ward off the morning chill, Peggy nods to the Commandos as they make their way onto the plane. “Morning, Captain.” She nods curtly, following him after he passes. “Read up on any Italian last night?”

if this isn’t the most motivational tweet in the entire world idk what is

Simcha Weinstein, Up, Up, and Oy Vey! How Jewish History, Culture, and Values Shaped the Comic Book Superhero (x)

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“They’re the best of the best– I need my team.” Steve would stand by that, moving himself from the chair, and sets his hand over the file, grinning down to Peggy, catching her drift. “That means you too.”

               After all, she said it was a place of romance– Was that a hint at something?                 “I’ll gather the troops. When are we leaving?”

“Is that so?” She tries her best to smirk in an attempt to be cheeky, but despite her best efforts it only transforms into a grin. It’s a kind thing to say, one she rarely hears, being part of a team and not merely some pencil pusher behind the scenes. 

“Tomorrow, if we can help it,” Peggy nods, gathering the folders up and neatly setting them into a stack, “If I get any more information between now and then, I’ll have it passed along to you. Get some rest, Captain, I expect we’ll be debriefed on the plane.”